On the other side of the grief is a life I thought could never be
Walking and aiming through fog, asphyxiating
Left, right, left, right
Striking from beneath the tongue, raising my Destructo Lung!
'Cross the bridge
It's okay to take a moment to
Think around and think about the other possibilities
Your thoughts are just thoughts, not your actions
What you feel inside is not a choice so shed the shame and look
Just be patient
We all need love
So give yourself some space to think
We all need love, so you should give yourself some time and space to just think freely
Freely
Terror of the mind
You are undefined
I was never taught how to hear my voice
How to trust my thoughts
Back then I was a boy
Trying to fix two broken people
I was never shown how to feel my feelings
It's not my failing
Deep inside my bones, clawing at the ceiling
Crawling towards them, never close enough
Never closer
I'm not who I used to be
I'm looking in the mirror trying to see who I am
Here finally on the other side
I stay looking forward with open eyes
I can't compete and I hope I'm right giving my rage the space to speak
I need a day to think and a day to sleep, a day to speak, old bitch
There's been a data breach
(Edit in whatever this line is)
Made a right on Wilshire
A left on Sycamore
Tried to dedicate to a softer image
I ate my spinach, played kind to villains
Listened to Mathcore and Jazz Rap
Synth Wave, Romantic, Boom Clap
DnB, Groove Metal
Swim deep, got goose feathers
New levels, no devils, no
She has skull bones in her backpack
Images of all her future victims, she hasn't had yet
You can feel
There's no comfort in the familiar
You'll spend eighty years dying slow
So don't
No, she wasn't built to- (only alone)
-burn, but neither were you (you have to run)
There's no comfort in the familiar
(You have to)
Listen to your rage
What's it trying to say?
Feel it in your face
Who made you feel this way?
(Too many ones and zeroes)
I'm not yours, I'm not yours
I am mine, I am mine
You are yours, go!
On the other side of the grief is a life I thought could never be
Walking and aiming through fog, asphyxiating
Left, right, left, right
Striking from beneath the tongue, raising my Destructo Lung!
Ufoufoufo (pronounced U.F.O.U.F.O.) is a solo project from Santa Monica, California. This music is deeply tied to my growth
journey, reflecting my experiences and identity as a human. I blend the jazzy-mathcore sound of The Number Twelve Looks Like You, with a riff-focus of The Fall Of Troy, w/ influences across 80s hardcore, new wave, and 00’s math-rock....more